July 2009
32 posts
“The Ballad Of Love and Hate
Love writes a letter and sends it to Hate
“My...”
– The Avett Brothers (via thisismyescape)
Culture Question:
Why is it that here in L.A., or maybe even southern CA as a whole, we subconsciously become proffessionals at “keeping our options open”? I don’t mean just with relationships, I mean with jobs, living spaces, even weekend plans. What does it prove? That we are capeable of obtaining and maintaining multiple options until the last second? To create the image in our minds that...
“Birds can fly so high and they can shit on your head, they can almost fly into...”
– Kate Nash
my heart always hurts about it.
dancetoomuchbootyinthepants:
t-lex:
i saw him today. nothing ever changes, except for that his tan makes his green eyes brighter, and he is more fit than before.
nothing ever changes and i always just want to be with him.
fooey lex! fooey fooey fooey. he is a dum baby. and you’re waaaaaayyyy too good for him.
it’s not that, it’s just that we are not right for eachother. he has...
my heart always hurts about it.
i saw him today. nothing ever changes, except for that his tan makes his green eyes brighter, and he is more fit than before.
nothing ever changes and i always just want to be with him.
Margins of Love and Aggression
Today was the death of my favorite illusion The banishment of my constant confusion Time spent on our soul-deep infusion Only to end in silent exclusion
Caught in the margins of love and aggression A cold shoulder turned on my every intension The mask that was donned with the intent of oppression To limit the nature of every expression
Push me out of your mind so I’ll stay out of sight Though I...
“I keep crawling back to the city I love,
Cause it’s already taken...”
Awk.
I am sleeping on the couch right now. I am going to be really glad to see the day when I have my own room.
dancetoomuchbootyinthepants:
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Crossroads...not the Brittney Spears movie.
It is a beautiful Sunday afternoon in July and I am sitting at Silverlake Coffee drinking iced mojito green tea’s with Kelsea. It’s cooler over here than it is at our house. It’s actually perfect. The sun is reaching that golden hour hue, and I sort of wish I had my camera on me. I feel so calm right now, despite my present circumstances. I have been asking for peace, and...
Death by Cockroach...
I can’t sleep because somewhere in my home, I know not where…there is a GIANT cockroach…lurking. Waiting for me to turn my back. So it can kill me…
ok, so...
I lied. I wasn’t over it. I was getting there but I was not secure in it.
I clutched that little piece of you for so long My hands are covered in scars and thick, drying blood SO MUCH TIME And even though I knew I was wrong, I also clutched on to the belief That just because you looked at me And you touched me And you held me like you still loved me That it meant that I still had a chance....
A letter to you.
Dear friend.
I doubt that you will ever read this, but since this is the only way I may possibly be able to communicate this to you, here it is. I will always love you. I will always be waiting in case you change your mind about me. And although you felt that you needed to forgive me for crimes that you had no idea whether or not I committed, I forgive you as well for disregarding me so lightly,...
Updates, 7.8.09.
~I don’t think I’ll be moving to Denver right now afterall after some insight from some friends on the porchswing tonight (where else would insightful conversation be had?)
~Kara and I are finally hanging out as much as we have always wanted to.
~In the health department: I am down to only about two cigarettes a day, I am starting to go yogging again, I am buying a 10 day yoga pass...
“In this chapter naught but tragedy doth love in our fragile hearts procure.”
– This is such a pretty sentence.
